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Post by Cion on Oct 8, 2020 19:08:42 GMT
The world, digital and material alike, was a realm of perpetual challenges, triumphs and setbacks. Such was the way most entities existed, with whatever justification they needed to push onward forevermore. Dreams, responsibilities, commitments... their essence was the same, for they all were begotten by wills and their desires. It was natural for any creature to seek prosperity for themselves, and often their kin as well. However, sometimes it was necessary to grant the spirit a well-earned moment of respite. Again, it came in innumerable shapes and colors, but there was one aspect of leisure that was well-nigh universal - the joy of community; big or small. To a certain silver fennec, the blissful serenity of intimate togetherness was usually sufficient to ease her soul and exhilarate her heart. Today was no different, and on top of that she got to experience the pride and glee of fulfilling another of her dearly beloved's wishes. The autumnal sun barely began to descend as the otherwise azure sky assumed the first tints of amber and rose. Nonetheless, hours remained before nightfall and its chill. Not that it was particularly hot, but the southern warmth lingered even through the colder seasons. Fortunately, this played right into their hands. The crystal clear waters of this seaside lake were, aside from the faint stream flowing towards the ocean, as calm and quiet as their surroundings. Merely the chirr of insects, and the occasional chirps of roosting birds, were contributing to this soothing tranquility. Auburn leaves drifted on the water's surface, accompanying the duo's wooden vessel. It was a far cry from a sailing yacht's extravagance, but it was nevertheless quite adequate for their purposes. And what was it that the unassuming fox and the comely felidae were here for? To fish of course. Leaning back into her cushion, Cion allowed a single of her nails to breach the liquid floor, leaving behind an ephemeral trail. With her other hand resting on her petite tummy, fishing-rod in her loose grasp, her aureate eyes briefly emerged from underneath the comically clichéd straw hat she wore. Confirming anew that their backpacks contained everything they required, optional survival gear and delicacies included, her contented gaze ultimately shifted to behold her precious darling. Syre in particular deserved recreation, hence she wanted her to be satisfied with these kinds of pleasures that were custom-tailored to her preferences and previous joys. Perhaps more than that, Cion wished to see how much passion the BlackGatomon put into catching fish. Stereotypes were admittedly amusing to her, especially if they were confirmed. "A... delightful spot, is it not?" She asked with a relaxed tone anyway, hoping that this was what her sweetheart had desired.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 9, 2020 14:58:42 GMT
It was like looking at two sides of the same coin.
While Cion took a more leisurely approach to the day - enjoying the sunset, lazily lying back on a cushion as she kept only a minimal amount of attention on her fishing rod - Syre's approach seemed much more studied. She wore a simple white hat, to keep the sun from heating up her darkened fur, and her eyes were focused right on the water. The cat had brought her own tackle-box, and had even taken the time to research how the fish tended to behave in this lake. Focusing on her bobber, the cat's tail gave an expectant flick, not much unlike a hunter in the wild.
And as Cion gave her comment, almost as if to respond, the fennec would feel the small boat sway underneath her, right as Syre's pole curved and dipped down into the water. A grin overtook the BlackGatomon's face, as the feline stood up, lifted her line, and braced a foot against the side of the boat. "Well, getting a bite like this says that its definitely a delightful spot... c'mon, you." Keeping her attention largely forward, the feline continued to reel the line in, 'fighting' the fish in a way such that the thin line wouldn't snap from the struggle. And a good minute later, the 'calm water' would once more be breached, with the wild, flapping tail of a digitaal Salmon, caught right on Syre's hook.
And it didn't take long for the fish to land right on the floor of their small vessel, its chaotic floundering a clear shift in tone from Cion's relaxed lounging. Not that Syre minded it, of course - the two could both enjoy it in their own ways! "Looks like we can actually keep this one. Decent weight and all..." She eyed over her catch for a moment, before looking over towards Cion, then to the tip of her line. "As for you... I'm pretty sure that 'trickster' of a fish just stole your bait again." The cat teased, moving to open an ice-filled cooler, to store this catch!
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Post by Cion on Oct 9, 2020 19:11:55 GMT
As Cion received the answer which quenched her curiosity, she could not help herself but chuckle quietly as a rapt grin adorned her muzzle. As always, even during this day of leisure and sociability, Syre displayed nothing less than her utmost fervor and zest for life. Perhaps indulging herself in her passions was what brought her repose - as contrary as this notion was. But to the silver fennec, it mattered little what exhilarated her dearly beloved. As her partner, she had dedicated herself to her sweetheart's bliss, and she pursued this commitment with pleasure. For this reason, seeing the felidae's elation was well-nigh a dream come true.
Before receiving a response to her question, she indeed felt the small boat sway underneath her, right as the BlackGatomon's pole curved and dipped down into the water. The force and ambition at display was simply enchanting, and though intending to savor a perpetual nap her aureate eyes remained transfixed on the fishermon. "Fair enough." She agreed, watching the exciting struggle at hand between predator and prey. Naturally, it did not take long for the former to prevail and reap her well-earned game, with the latter floundering in the middle of their vessel.
In a matter of moments however, the Salmon's chaotic movements became feeble, until they ceased for good. Permanent defragmentation was an uncommon sentiment in the digital realm, but aquatic food was a well-known exception. Then again, there was no point in misguided feelings of guilt over their passing. Animals, unlike digimons, lacked cores, hence they were pretty much the same as flora; mainly packages of intertwined data reacting in a predictable way to external stimuli. No intelligence, no consciousness... no soul, as some might call it. Thus the unassuming fox saw the catch as what it was as she briefly licked her upper lip - maybe their dinner.
"Your lady-love is pleased by your success." Cion stated in jest, evidently not minding to act like a lordly spouse of yore. Syre was her literal knight in shining armor after all. As for her own contribution... well, she had admittedly not attempted to vanquish the foul trickster as of yet. Pouting kittenishly, she slowly reeled in her fishing rod's line and reached forward to grab another minnow out of the spacious bucket. Plenty were left, but it was not full. "Huh, did we not buy more? Or... did I just catch a certain someone with a stereotypical sweet tooth red-handed?" She asked coltishly, obviously desiring to tease her darling as well.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 10, 2020 23:51:50 GMT
"And your lady-love appreciates the thanks." Syre found herself giving a grin, fangs glinting in the light as closed the cooler and snapped the lock back into place. Taking another minnow from the bucket herself, Syre rolled her eyes, sharing a chuckle at Cion's question.
"Oh, please. Those little minnows are barely more than bone - a 'step' to help us get the bigger fish." The feline gave her own tease, and wasted no time in baiting her line again, and cast it right back towards that shaded spot. Salmon liked to be in 'packs', so if the floundering of one hadn't scared the rest away, it was likely that Syre could find a few more in that spot.
Well, not that the two needed to catch too many, or really, any at all! It didn't stop Syre from going right back into her focus, sitting right in the same spot, tail flicking expectantly behind her. On her end, though, it might have been a good few minutes before she managed to get an actual bite.
"Though I have to say, I feel almost a little bad going about it this way. Here we are, on a boat - I'm focused on the water, knowing that there's a lovely fennec lazily watching me from behind. Your captivating charm over there might distract me from a bite or two... well. Doesn't sound like the worst result in the world."
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Post by Cion on Oct 11, 2020 18:58:52 GMT
What was it about the vista that was her dearly beloved's toothy grin that Cion found so enchantingly appealing? Admittedly, she was not quite sure, but perhaps it simply was undisputable proof of her bliss. The glint of her fangs was almost like the radiant sheen in her amber eyes, which so often expressed a wonderful, innermost fondness. Maybe it was the proximity to her soft lips, or a different reason, though she preferred to consider the initial explanation as the answer. She certainly favored slipslop over... more carnal avowals.
Briefly shaking her head, the silver fennec accepted the response of her darling as the alibi that it was. Shrugging with a teasing smirk, she watched as previous fervor manifested itself anew in every tensed fibre of the comely cat. Although initially intending to ask her sweetheart for help, she instead decided to release the grip on her own fishing rod to continue observing the enticing performance - and enjoying it. Yet as silence returned to the beachside pond, her heart skipped a single beat as she perceived being called out for her gawking - in a playful way of course. "Well... I..." She stammered quietly, hastily contemplating a solution to this so-called issue.
Feeling concentrated passion perfusing her system, an impish smile suddenly materialized itself on her petite muzzle. Knowing plenty of Syre, she understood that it was unwise to surrender to her cheekiness. No, she had to go on the offensive. Scuttling towards her, she sat down again and embraced her tightly from behind. With her head resting comfortably on her shoulder and leaning against her cozy cheek, her decision was clear. The gentle touch of her paws would slowly glide downwards on the felidae's onyx fur, sensing the awe-inspiring strength beneath. First her chest, then along her arms to eventually reach her hands, which had a tool of utmost importance firmly in their grasp.
She held onto it as well, offering her own might so they would gain the bigger fish together. And while her murr was a far cry from her partner's marvelous purr, she nonetheless allowed it to reverberate within the BlackGatomon's large ear. "Then how about of feeling bad and getting distracted, you accept this lovely fennec's support to achieve the best result, hmm? An... apex predator such as yourself must not allow your prey to deny your... rightful claim for treats after all."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 12, 2020 20:27:46 GMT
Such teasing was definitely a central piece to the flirting between these two. Whether it was the deliberate display of her fang or a somewhat long-winded play on Cion's 'gawking', Syre definitely knew how to take the initiative on that front. As much as she could have enjoyed simply letting the hours slip away, hunting those often-elusive fish beneath the surface of the water, well, Syre had to admit that this 'catch' of a fox on her vessel was already a prize enough.
"Mm?" As Cion slipped towards her, Syre found herself blinking as Cion's arms slipped around her midsection, the fox's chin resting on her shoulder. But that was about the only amount of surprise Cion got from the cat this time, Syre nuzzling right up to her darling's cheek, feeling that brief, tight embrace hold her back against the fox's torso. Syre leaned back a bit, as Cion settled in, hands slipping purposefully down her arms, until they rested right on top of the feline's gloves.
All while Syre kept her focus forward, ever-intent on that bobber. "Apex predator, huh? A little cat like me?" Syre teased, a playful sway to her voice, as she nuzzled the side of her head against Cion's neck. "Well, I'd say I already have a treat right here - oop!"
Well, that was a sharp change in tone - the tip of the fishing pole once more dipped into the water, as Syre quickly flicked to hook the watery creature beneath - the airy tone of Syre's words quickly replaced with a jubilant chuckle! "That's what I get for trying to flirt - bugger snuck up on me!"
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Post by Cion on Oct 13, 2020 20:44:16 GMT
Not even the slightest amount of startle reflexes, huh? It seemed that her attempt at playful teasing had, for once, failed to be effective. This was somewhat disappointing, but fortunately there were plenty of facets to their amorous play that remedied this. After all, if her knight in shining armor was capable of maintaining such composure and poise while focusing ardently on a task, then perhaps their training had yielded lasting results. And as she leaned closer, Cion's body softly entwining around Syre's, she could sense that they had indeed been successful. Her core's enchanting beating was so... wonderfully soothing.
Admittedly, the caresses that her cheek and neck received from the onyx felidae were likewise delightful to the silver fennec. Continuing her murr of pleasure and bliss, her large ears peaked to perceive every word of her darling. "Forsooth, you are the apex predator." She confirmed in a whisper tone - teasingly so of course. A wide grin manifested itself on her petite muzzle, a toothy one which did not mind revealing the might of the vulpine digimon. Her comely sweetheart was not the only huntress with fangs glistening in the light. Similarly, both were prone to sprightliness and jests.
And as much as the unassuming fox would have enjoyed serving as her honey's treat, the reality at hand interfered with this compelling daydream. "Oh!" She exclaimed as well upon noticing that more prey had fallen for their bait. Remaining in her embrace with Syre, Cion observed and felt the clash between the two combatants. Especially the feline's strength she perceived through touch was... enthralling. However, this was not quite the time for indulging herself - yet at least. She instead had to assist her partner in catching the fish!
"No excuses, dear! You have mastered the arts of flirtation, so try to impress your lady-love by proving that you are a master of the hunt, too. ... If you do, then maybe I reward you. Just maybe." She flirtatiously spurred her sweetie pie on, confident that the suggested prize was sufficient motivation.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 14, 2020 14:57:10 GMT
"Mm?"
Oh, was that a bit of additional motivation? Through her gritted teeth, Syre gave a smile, a mere quick glance given over her shoulder as she flicked the pole towards her left. This fish was a definite fighter, even forcing the champion-level Digimon's arms to tense up as she pulled and 'fought' with the underwater menace. "Well then... have at thee, beast, you will not keep me from my prize."
Perhaps a bit over-the-top, but to be fair, the cat didn't have the time or attention to think of anything too clever. This fish was definitely more of a challenge than the last, Syre's attention fully on the task at hand. There was a point where she briefly thought that she might have hooked some sort of underwater beast, even taking into account the sway of the boat - but what was drawn up, finally breaking the surface of the water, was hardly something so grand.
It was, in Syre's expert opinion, a 'big ol' fish'. Rough, green scales graced the eye, as a delightfully hideous gigantic bass - probably more than Syre and Cion's combined weight - stared right at them with the one eye looking in its direction. Syre found herself giving both a grin and a laugh at it, reaching up to briefly take hold of the fish by the mouth, to slip the hook out - and roll her eyes. "That's a good amount of... completely inedible fish." Syre wasn't joking - perhaps Cion's magic of cooking could have turned it into something worthwhile, but some things were hardly worth the effort.
With some silent disappointment, Syre would gently drop the fish back in the water, setting the rod carefully to the side, taking a moment to stretch out her arms. "Though now we gotta worry about that one getting every other bite on the line. Fish had to get that big off of something..."
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Post by Cion on Oct 14, 2020 15:51:35 GMT
Oh what an awe-inspiring struggle for survival the lady was entertained with. So this was what a clash between titans looked from the outside? Usually, Cion preferred to participate in such a fray, but this was no place for mere squires. No, this engagement required the formidable might of a knight in shining armor, which of course was her dearly beloved. However, witnessing the extent to which Syre's body could exert itself was more than a sufficient offset for merely observing the conflict. And though she clung tightly to the onyx felidae, she nonetheless crossed her fingers in the hope for victory.
And what a glorious triumph it was. The bass was, at least relative to their own current mass, truly a beast of the abyssal waters. Squealing with glee, the silver fennec already imagined the marvelous feast she would reward her hero with. The spices and trimmings she would prepare in addition to finely roasted fish - exquisite! ... "Inedible?" She asked in hushed whispers that carried with them great disappointment. Watching as their prey was released due to its apparent uselessness, the unassuming fox tilted her petite head in wonderment. "Is it... poisonous? Too fatty?" She inquired, admittedly not well-educated in the science of aquatic fauna.
Regardless of the response, the restrained Arniomon eventually decided to shrug and accept the reality at hand as what it was. Playfully blowing a raspberry, a chuckle escaped her lips as she leaned in closer with sweet words for her mighty huntress. "Well, you were the do-gooder who showed mercy and thus allowed its continued competition with you." She teasingly reprimanded the comely feline for her benignity. Even so, it was one of the many positive traits for which she loved her innermostly. "Nevertheless, you have earned your reward. So... any wish of yours I may fulfill?" She queried her with a dreamy tone to her dulcet voice. She was certainly curious to hear the answer.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 18, 2020 19:09:47 GMT
Cion's frustration was inedible, but Syre's confidence in her answer didn't change. The feline even kept a confident smile on her face, and as Cion asked why, the feline would take an extra moment to show exactly why the cat said it was inedible.
"Well, putting it simply, this fella's not a picky eater. This sort of fish gets big fast off of the algae that floats off into the lake. Not necessarily poisonous itself - fish is probably good if you farm it - but it makes for gamey, smelly meat." And compared to the exquisite salmon already on their cooler, well, this one wouldn't compare. The behemoth of a bass would be released, as Syre would take a few moments to stretch out her arms in a yawn.
"Mm... well, if the 'beast' is going to continue to give me sport, more power to it." The feline gave a chuckle. Left at that, perhaps the feline would have been content with simply continuing to fish, but at Cion's teasing whisper, the fox would see that almost purplish blush, as the red hue of Syre's cheeks showed right through her dark fur.
"... I didn't know it was going to be a blank check." Syre's whisper carried almost as faintly as Cion's, as the feline considered the answer. Syre was definitely taken off-guard - but she could hear that dreamy tone in Cion's voice, and could surmise, somewhat, what Cion had put onto the table. So, with a low breath out, Syre would turn to face the fox, would gently take the Arniomon's paw in her own hand - and would pull the fox forward, carefully wrapping her free arm around Cion in a hug, her forehead pressed right against her love's.
"... You." One word. One playful answer. And one small, content grin on the cat's face.
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Post by Cion on Oct 21, 2020 11:57:37 GMT
Oh - so they released their competition because it was a figurative wolverine, and to intentionally not make it easy for Syre to continue her own hunt? Those were strange answers for someone as utilitarian as Cion admittedly, but who was she to question the ken and judgment of her knightly darling? Shrugging softly, she simply let events transpire, knowing that this marvelous day of repose was meant entirely for the comely felidae. Whatever her dearly beloved chose to do during and beyond this fishing trip, she would be by her side with a happy smile and a helping hand.
However, pursuing aquatic game seemed to not be on the BlackGatomon's mind. At least not completely. Following an adorable yawn and cheeks beneath black fur assuming a faintly crimson hue, the silver fennec had not expected her sweetheart to turn around and take part in the embrace. Of course she had utilized a dreamy tone to her dulcet voice to entice the candid feline, who had done so often! It was just her shtick. The last thing she wanted as to distract her from her jolly leisure time. Then again, it appeared that this interruption was acceptable, too.
Besides, the sensation of their touch, as always, was befuddling her anyway - naturally in a pleasant way. With paws, arms and even muzzles entwined, and radiant gazes bound to each other, it was difficult for the unassuming fox to not allow her spirit and body to relinquish. Indeed it was an act of great volition not to. Yet, as her ears peaked to perceive the answer to her inquiry, a faint startle response pervaded through every fiber of her being. With her lips departed slightly, her aureate eyes shifted downwards, past that toothy grin of the charming cat.
Audibly exhaling once, it was clear that this reply had affected her immeasurably. She was a wish come true? Inaudibly stuttering as she initially did not know what to say, her instincts decided to assume control for the moment. At first gently, then rapidly, her white, fluffy tail waved back and forth - typical for vulpines and canines. It was the purest, most sincere and unadulterated sign of bliss and affection there was among mammalians. This certainty, that she alone was what Syre wished for... it was a stupendous feeling. "Well... then it's only fair to say that I am free of unfulfilled wishes, too."
Nestling up against her hun, Cion allowed them a few seconds of overindulgence. She remained calm in their hug, allowing her dearest to proceed as she desired. Nonetheless, perhaps a couple words of clarification did not hurt. "I hope you enjoy this... little excursion. You work longer hours than I, so I tried to gift you something special. After all, it's not like I'm not listening when you share your stories with me. Hence... this is your day - and I gladly fulfill myself as your wish... if you let me know in what way."
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 23, 2020 23:21:04 GMT
Admittedly, the fennec in Syre's arms was a worthy distraction to the lake around them.
The feline felt the fingers of her paw curl around Cion's back, the periphery of her eyes catching the excited movement of the canine's tail. The feline's own gave a flick, the more subtle movement of her tail an equal sign of her own feelings. There was little Syre had to say - that one word she had carried all the meaning she wanted to convey - but the close grip she had around her beloved spoke a thousand more words. Unlike Cion, the 'coltish' feline perhaps wasn't able to put everything into elegant words.
... But she could try. "Mm... don't sell yourself short. Hours aside, I'm sure the work of a heroine is far from an easy one, Cion." The feline gave a smile - and then raised her closer hand up, dragging a knuckle gently under the Arniomon's chin. "... But don't take that as me backing out of the offer. If you want to make this 'my' day, then I am going to take the opportunity with open arms, hun."
The feline even had a bit of a smirk with that, a fang showing as she gave a gentle 'scritch' under Cion's chin. What remained was that last remark, held in the trailing words of the Arniomon, as she moved to talk in a whisper. A whisper, as if to hide their conversation away from the world, and even from the otherwise empty, pristine lake around them.
Of course, Syre couldn't blame her. The tone between them, over the last minute or so, had taken quite an intimate vibe, a 'line' that both had slipped near, but not quite tread the line over. Taking a small breath out, Syre came closer, rested her muzzle near Cion's ear, and gave a whisper, clarifying in a few words exactly what Syre meant.
Words that would satisfy Cion's curiosity - and in a certain light, might make the fennec's cheeks redder than they had ever been before.
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Post by Cion on Oct 25, 2020 16:03:42 GMT
"Heroine? Heh... not sure about that one anymore..." Cion responded almost without hesitation, yet in a hushed tone as to hide the uncertainty she felt over herself. Especially recently, although these thoughts had rarely entered her mind ever since uniting with this lovely feline in front of her, she had scrutinized her deeds, her impetus and the way she behaved. None of that was heroic in the slightest. It resembled the typical opportunism of a mercenary, and the consuming fanaticism of a zealot. At least she had put the latter behind her, but this did not mean that she did not focus on profit when pursuing a task.
Was it solely self-seeking to do so? Of course not. Complete altruism, from her point of view which she considered reasonable, was not only misguided but counterproductive. There was nothing wrong with accumulating wealth and power if utilized for a decent cause, even if it was something as simple yet crucial as to take care of one's own family. Nonetheless, she no longer was a sentinel who traversed the world in an attempt to guard everyone from everything. This too she regarded as a pointless endeavor. Naturally, she was willing to lend a helping hand, but...
... morality and ethics were a pain, for they were certainly not black and white. However, perhaps it did not matter. If someone as kind-hearted and benevolent as Syre saw a good soul within her, then who was she to question her judgment? Nevertheless, in spite of her accomplishments and contributions to commonweal, she had to earn the faith of this realm's people anew - and in herself. She did not know how and when, but the day that decisive moment would emerge she would face it unhesitatingly. Fortunately, she knew of someone right by her side.
"... but thanks. It can be challenging sometimes." The silver fennec continued after a few seconds of contemplation. Smiling softly, she rested her chin on the onyx paw which was so unfathomably eager to caress her. To this very minute, she did not comprehend why she deserved this marvelous affection, but she savored it fully and utterly. After all, it was what she had longed for since she had come to be. There was no doubt in her mind that she would work to earn it every day - and it appeared that she was not left idle. "It's about what you want, hun."
And indeed it was. Pleasantly anticipating the honeyed words that were whispered in her ears, her body eventually shifted. With every hair standing upright, the unassuming fox blinked as she too could not hide the faintest of blushes on her cheeks. She was aware of the line they had trodden occasionally, but... now? Here? Those, among others, were questions she replied with, curious to learn what the comely felidae intended.
But... she had vowed to fulfill any wish she wanted, and was far from afraid of doing so. In fact, there were few things she considered herself so passionate about as passion itself. And, like themselves, there was a uniqueness to the wish they shared that she was honored and jubilant to gift her darling. Hence, leaning into her embrace, she trusted her to lead the way - wherever it took them, and whatever she desired.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 27, 2020 23:41:09 GMT
For Syre, it was Cion's modesty that made the fennec's heroism so much more real.
After all, what kind of hero or heroine thought of themselves as such? It was truly a matter of standing up for what is right - and for one to think themselves 'accomplished' was to blind them to the troubles that still lied ahead. Cion sought to improve herself, and the feline, clutching the fox in her arms, sought to support her in whatever way she could.
... Well. Not that Syre was the selfless type, either. Seeing that blush on Cion's cheeks, Syre found herself giving a sly grin at the fennec's questions, answering them with upmost confidence. Right here, right now? Well, of course not, this was best saved for the comfort of their own home. But the answer was 'soon', and as Syre started to reel in the lines and pack up the boat, Cion would realize just how close this 'soon' was.
One short boat ride, one returned rental, and one portal right back to their abode in Terminus. The ice-packed cooler was left in the kitchen - and that just left Cion and Syre alone, the former held in the eager arms of the latter. And should Cion oblige her, the fox would be met with a deep, open kiss. Any timidness that Syre had was lost in the following moments, even daring to give an affectionate bite on Cion's shoulder.
"Cion." She gave that one word, laced with a selfish, affirmative tone, as she swept the fox off her feet. This? Well.
The next few hours were sheer bliss. It would be a good bit later, the early afternoon moving onto the middling hours of the evening. Though, honestly, it was easy for the two to lose track of time. Even with the throes of passion behind them, the BlackGatomon still found herself clutching onto the Arniomon, resting Cion's muzzle against the side of her neck. Her hurried breath had steadied, Syre having reached a pleasant calm as she simply basked in the warmth of her love.
Such closeness, such passion... before Valentines, Syre hadn't even thought this much as possible. And yet here she was, with the one that she loved and cared for, sharing this moment together.
... True perfection. That is what Syre felt, at that moment.
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Post by Cion on Oct 30, 2020 14:11:06 GMT
How... tantalizing the answers to her questions were. The sentiment of their passion being indulged before long left her with serenity, yet the thought that they had to wait a little longer was almost unbearable. Nonetheless facing this arduous challenge with a dreamy smile, she took her darling's hand and bid farewell to this brief yet impressive trip. Hopefully it was to Syre's liking. Naturally, she hoped the same for its aftermath. But if there was something she had learned thanks to her, it was opening up fully to the joys that intimate togetherness granted.
Eventually, they found themselves at home - the one they had forged for themselves. There was a moment in which the silver fennec remained still and silent in her sweetheart's embrace. This was of course in pleasant anticipation, knowing that a certain someone had a tendency to take the initiative. Fortunately, she did not disappoint. Gladly she obliged their mutual desire for a soul kiss, as she sensed that timidness and demureness give way for innermost fervor. And as she heard her name, the tone in her hun's voice selfish and soulful, she allowed herself to be taken.
Nothing would have brought her greater bliss, and she sought to gift the most important person in her life the same.
In the end, the first crimson sheens of the autumnal sun began to illuminate their cozily calm dwelling - not that they had kept track of the time. There the duo was, basking in the afterglow and the warm radiance of each other. As short as a few hours seemed, their affection was... absolute. A mere year ago, such notions appeared impossible, if not canting, to the unassuming fox. But, having accepted the past and welcoming the present and future, this was not the case anymore.
She was happy.
As foolish as it sounded, she could hardly believe it. The rapt if coy grin on her muzzle was not her facade of ladylike grace or insouciant candor. It was not concealing the truth - thoughts tainted by hesitation and hidden burdens. Her contentment was perfect. How could it not? She loved everything about the wonderful individual who had reciprocate her affinity and devotion. The spirit within gleamed with the luminance of a thousand suns, and her all-encompassing beauty was simply irresistible. The touch of their entwined bodies, the soft stream of her scented, faintly audible breath whizzing past her lips and neck... so much, yet so indescribable.
Feeling their chests sway up and down like the tides, her aureate eyes at last shifted to behold the onyx felidae leaning against her and resting softly. She beheld her with certainty, for she had found conscience in her. Perhaps her purpose was solely to support her and her noble efforts, and if that was the truth then she was content with it. After all, she had eons of ken and experience to share with this uniquely gorgeous feline. So why only limit this to... today?
Nevertheless, the vulpine lady wondered if she was supposed to finally break the silence? Or was it better to quietly savor the ticklish pleasure that caressed every part of her frame? Given what she had experienced, she quickly decided to cast aside notions of uncertainty as her the edge of her snub nose moved quite close to her dearest's ears. Gently, she stroked her shoulder and back, wanting nothing less than pure delight for Syre.
"Shame... now I have to think of something else for our anniversary. But I'm sure I'll manage." She quipped softspokenly. In return for this slight inconvenience, they had at least learnt a lesson of utmost value. Third time truly was a charm.
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